Prompt #4: Hey I have to photograph someone for a class assignment will you be my model?
"B-But..."
"You're one step late." Sayaka linked arms with Mami and gave a cheeky smile. "Mami is going to be the model for my project!"
The blonde gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry Madoka, Sayaka did ask me first, so..."
Madoka gave a sigh and then shook her head, a smile quickly covering her originally disappointed look. "I guess I have to find another person to help me then."
Before she even finish saying her sentence, her energetic best friend was already pulling their senior away and heading to the garden that Sayaka had choose for the location to take her pictures. Madoka looked down at her watch and bit her lips. She was running out of time now, if she couldn't find a model within the next hour, she won't be able to hand up the impromptu project that her teacher challenged them to do.
Out of desperation, she fished out her phone and began going through her contact list. And as she scrolled through them, pausing each time as her thumb hovered tentatively around the names of the people she wanted to call, she realized how little close friends she truly had. She could call her neighbor, the who who she once played with when they were little, or maybe her old middle-school classmates who Madoka helped with their exams and homework...
But none were close enough to Madoka, at least not enough for her to feel comfortable burdening them all of the sudden.
Sighing once again, Madoka pushed her phone deep into her pocket and clutched tightly onto her camera. Maybe if she followed some people around and pretend to take pictures of the scenery but with them in the picture... No! She would definitely fail this module for sure!
"Stop pushing me."
"If you give me one last bite of your ice cream, I will."
Splat
Madoka widened her eyes, trying to register the moist and sticky feeling on her back. She blinked a few times before turning around to see what actually hit her.
The two girls stared back at her too.
"What have you done!" The redhead began wagging her finger at the other pretty girl with long black hair.
The other girl gave an irritated look before slapping the accusing finger away. "It's all your fault." She gritted her teeth. "And it's my favorite ice cream flavor." She added with a growl.
Madoka slowly went to touch the back of her shirt before bringing it to the front for her to see. Yellow and sticky. Smells like caramel.
"Well, erm." The black-haired girl looked over at Madoka before glaring down at the redhead who was rubbing her sore head after getting hit by her friend. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused. If you don't mind, I can pay for your shirt."
"It-It's okay." Madoka laughed, a little pitifully as she glanced at the redhead who was still squatting on the ground.
"At least let me wipe that stain off your shirt." The girl offered, her purple eyes staring plainly at her.
Madoka nodded. "That would be good."
"Here's a tissue." She handed a piece over to Madoka. "You wouldn't want to let the stain on your fingers to touch your camera."
Speaking of the word camera, Madoka's head snapped right down as she stared at her trusty equipment in hand. She then glanced up, her eyes suddenly sparkling like thousands of shooting stars flashing across the sky. "Why not we do this?!"
The girl raised a curious eyebrow.
"I have to photograph someone for a class assignment, and I was wondering if you can be my model?" Madoka grabbed hold of the tissue and quickly wiped her palm clean before looking up at the girl hopefully again. "You don't have to wipe my back anymore!" She added quickly, as if it was worth mentioning.
"Her as a model? Why don't you ask me? This girl is as stiff as a bamboo." The redhead stood up and huffed.
The girl narrowed her eyes. "Are you any better?"
"Of course I am!"
"H-Hey hey." Madoka stood right in between of the two. "I just need one model, and honestly I think-" Madoka looked over at the black-haired girl. "What's your name?"
She stared down at Madoka. "Akemi Homura."
Madoka cleared her throat. "I think Akemi-san fits better for the criteria I needed for my assignment, although-" Madoka looked over at the redhead, who immediately gave a toothy grin.
"Sakura Kyoko."
"-although Sakura-san is also pretty enough to be my model." Madoka finally finished her sentence.
Homura then smirked as Kyoko crossed her arms in defeat.
"Well, anyway! My name is Kaname Madoka!" Madoka bowed, her two pink ponytails bounced when she lifted her head and she screamed inwardly, hoping that her hair didn't touch the stain on her back.
"For an assignment, huh?" Homura repeated.
"Yes!" Madoka said gleefully.
She then closed her eyes. "As long as the photos won't circulate around..."
"I swear they won't! They are just going to be submitted to my teacher for grading and all photos won't be published anywhere, along with the identity of the model."
Homura seemed to be thinking for a moment before Kyoko nudged her with her shoulder.
"Just help this poor girl won't ya?'
A sigh. Looking down at her ruined ice cream in her cup, Homura went over to the nearest dustbin and threw it in. "Well, I... don't mind then. If that's the case, where do we start?"
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"Look a little to your right- Yes! That's the posture! Hold on." Madoka allowed her camera to focus before she began snapping her pictures.
She could hear Kyoko chuckling behind.
Homura flicked her gaze over to the redhead and glared hard but Kyoko was already immune to the harsh stares that were always directed to her.
"Just one more shot and we're done!" Madoka then positioned herself as she began instructing Homura's posture again. "This time, please look up in the sky and then put two hands behind your back. Yeap that's it!" Madoka then looked through the camera before raising her head again.
Homura, who was still staring at the sky, peered over at Madoka who began to approach her. Madoka set down her camera and raised her hands to Homura's face
"There's a strand of hair... on your nose." Madoka whispered as she carefully took the long hair and moved them to the back of Homura's ears. All along, Homura's eyes were set on Madoka's while the latter was so focused in her goal of putting that strand of hair away from Homura's face.
"Done." Madoka smiled and her eyes met Homura's purple ones.
They continued staring.
"Ahem." Kyoko cleared her throat, digging her two hands into the pocket of her green jacket. "How long are you two going to stare at each other and in the middle of the playground?"
Madoka blushed and she looked away first. Hastily, she went back to her position while Homura continued to stare at the sky like she was instructed to do. Kyoko's smirk grew even wider.
"Alright, relax yourself and... there!" Madoka chirped and her fingers clicked down on the button, the soft snapping sound followed just as fast as her fingers moved. Madoka then stared at the new pictures she took on the camera screen and beamed. "And we're done!"
Homura heaved a sigh as she stepped away from the stilled swing while Kyoko hopped down from the steps on the side of the pavement.
"Can I see it?" Kyoko moved over to Madoka. Madoka gladly handed her camera over and Kyoko began looking over the photos, much to Homura's displease.
"Wow... they're really nice!" Kyoko continued making the ohhh and ahhh sounds at every photos she saw. "Even the Queen of Ice can look so peaceful and gentle in all these photos..." The redhead then handed the camera back to Madoka when she was done. "You're an amazing photographer!"
Homura clicked her tongue in annoyance while Madoka blushed at the compliment.
Before Madoka could say her thanks, Homura cut in. "So we're done right?" She looked tiredly at Madoka.
"Y-Yeah!" Madoka bowed to the two. "Really, thank you so much for your time and effort!"
"The ice cream on your shirt is dried though." Kyoko poked Madoka's back.
"Aha... I guess so."
Homura rubbed her tired eyes. "We're even now. Let's go."
"Okay!" Kyoko grinned.
"W-Wait!"
The two turned around.
"Akemi-san, do you want your photos? I can send them to you if you want."
"It's okay." Homura answered without even a second spared.
"Send to me!" Kyoko raised her arms and Homura slapped her friend's head.
Madoka chortled behind the back of her hand. "I need the owner's permission to do that."
"You should change your Facebook profile pictures." Kyoko rubbed her sore head like before. "Those photos are perfect!"
"Do I look like I care?" Homura muttered and she continued walking.
"Wait up you asshole!" Kyoko yelled. But before she really ran after her friend, Kyoko whirled around and winked back at Madoka. "Nice meeting ya! Hope you get a good grade for your assignment!"
And then she skipped away.
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Apparently what Kyoko said really did happen.
Madoka got an A for her assignment and her teacher even complimented her in front of the class for picking out the perfect model that was needed for the project. And now everyone, even Sayaka, was curious about the model that Madoka had choose. But she knew she had to keep to the promise to make sure the photos won't circulate around so Madoka never show any of the photos to them.
But still, Madoka couldn't resist in the end and she printed several photos of Homura and kept them in her prized collection. (Although she made sure that Sayaka will never know where she put that album, ever)
Sometimes, she would just browse through her album and stared at the photos the whole day at home. Other than knowing that her name, she didn't know anything about Homura. Like what school she go, where she often hang out, what her favorite movie was or her ice cream flavor...
Ice cream... flavor...?
Madoka jumped up from her bed, the album toppling off her lap and onto the floor.
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She finally found the ice cream store.
Madoka sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down for running so fast. She remembered the dull logo printed on the ice cream cup that Homura threw away that day and weirdly, that image had been stuck in her mind for the longest time and she never knew she would use that memory and ended up searching the shop all over town. And now... she was right here.
The shop opens 10 hours a day and Madoka wondered if this was the exact hour she would find her inside. It was silly of her to think like that and she felt that it was impossible, but something was telling her she was wrong. Homura got to be in here, today, right at this moment.
In all the 10 hours and out of the 365 days... It seemed that fate decided to come and play along as well. Indeed, that one black-haired girl sitting alone by the window immediately caught Madoka's attention and she continued staring at the girl's back for the next thirty seconds.
The waitress greeted her and asked her for the number of seats she needed, but Madoka shook her head, ignoring someone for the first time as she slowly made her way to that very girl.
Madoka recognized her back, she recognized that long hair that swayed in the wind back then... She recognized every single details about Homura to know that the girl sitting alone was definitely her.
A cup of ice cream, spoon in her mouth, eyes staring out of the window with her arms crossed and on the table.
One full minute had passed since Madoka stopped running, but why was her heart beating so fast?
She slowly walked over, but Homura seemed to be engrossed in whatever that she was staring that she didn't even notice Madoka even when she was standing right beside her.
Madoka raised her hand and lightly touched Homura's nose.
Homura frowned and turned abruptly in shock. "What-!"
Her face immediately fell lax when she saw the culprit who touched her nose.
"There's a strand of hair on your nose." Madoka smiled and let that hair to drop to the side.
Homura's cheeks twitched as she pulled out the spoon from her mouth. "Thanks."
"Caramel flavor?"
"Yeah."
Madoka then walked to the other side of the table. "Can I sit here?"
Without even wasting a second to think, Homura nodded.
"Sure."
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A/N:
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